Saturday, January 27, 2007

Once in a Million Squid

And far off these necessitates
Quarrel unwinding, to be feared,

Past the millionth past.
Ease quotes the record,

Paleolithic turntables against
Quote switches, the thumb.

Here I admit it: follow the scraps,
Important release forms, change

The code on the entry bar, lean
Like gleaming stones

Earmarked to these new oceanic heat vents,
I weigh a thrusting elbow

To the dark. Swim, swim.
Express the forgotten chunks.

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